One Sister, Seven Brothers, and a Whole Bunch of Memories {BTS}

Stormy

Jimin stared out the window, listening to the rain against the glass that sounded like children running. The white flashes of lightening lit up the room for a second at a time and then a sound that resembled a car crash would come shortly after, rattling the walls. Namjoon, whom was in the bed next to his, didn't stir at all.

Jimin sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders. He opened his door and made his way across the hall to your room. He didn't hesitate in opening it, cracking the door a foot wide because he remembered how squeaky your door was. Guided by the light from your alarm clock, he walked over to your bed side lamp and turned it on.

You were in a nest of pillows and blankets, your face still as you slept soundly. Jimin smiled. You weren't awake, worrying about the storm happening outside.

Your brother grabbed a spare pillow from your bed and threw it on the ground. He lied down on your floor after shutting off the lamp. I'll just stay here in case she needs me.

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